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15 By the River at Night The light of the river, the shadow that mars, By the gloom of the arches, the gleam of the stars; > The mist that seems hanging and winging for aye As a ghost or a dream in the wake of the day, > In seasons of pleasure, in seasons of blight, I walk by the river, the river of night; > And The burdens of care and the fardels of pride- They drop from my spirit and sleep in the tide. [[right margin]]O 40[[/right margin]]